"The true shape of love... is absence." ~ Sean Thomas Dougherty I carry it in my arms all day, every day. This is how I know it's more than its absence. Pre-emptive can mean that before the clock strikes the hour, I've lit all the lamps against darkness. I eat early and drink glass after glass of water before midnight; after, I take nothing by mouth for a test in the morning. It feels like there's a hollow in my gut. There, only the thrashing of branches like whips in the wind. But I keep returning: how can I believe silence only means refusal, only means a turning away? Remember me as more than a moon that drifted from your orbit.